Leanne Davis is a Darlington born, London based writer, actor, comedian and porky-pier. This blog seeks to highlight all the fibs, lies and porky-pies she tells herself on a regular basis in a quest to out herself to… herself. Subsequently she will have no choice but to admit that she is the only one to blame for not yet having a star on Hollywood Boulevard….

Previously Leanne spent 18 months on a personal quest to abolish her risk averse nature by moving house every six weeks to live with strangers she'd found on Twitter. She also signed up to every adventure offered including a stint with the Hare Krishna's, internet dating, clown camp and ending up at a group masturbation session (seriously, it was an accident!! Why will no one believe her?!!). Leanne's journey was documented through the Huffington Post and culminated in a sell-out one woman show at The Edinburgh Festival 2013. Leanne was shortlisted for a BAFTA New Writing Award 2012 and a Funny Women Comedy Writing Award 2012 and her short film ‘Lucky’ (writer/actor) was Official Selection at Cannes Film Festival 2013.

Check her out looking super sexy* in current ads for McDonald’s, Santander and Wowcher here. www.leannedavis.co.uk

Oh crap bags. What have I just admitted to? This is a cardinal sin. "You don't love London? Then why don't you crawl back up to your coal mine and take your flat cap with you?!" It's probably a similar sentiment many English people had...

I could totally, easily, effortlessly give up drinking. I am absolutely not addicted to my phone. I rarely use Facebook. And I will go for a run tomorrow. Oh and before I get down to an afternoon of writing, I'll just check this website for two seconds...

December 25th 2013. Christmas Day. The day has gone really well, considering. There haven't been any arguments. Well, not proper arguments. Not like Christmas 2006 and "Trolley Gate" where Mum and Dad bought my 35-year-old brother a 'hostess trolley'. Brother, not feeling the need for his sprouts to be kept...

A couple of weeks I found myself nose to snout with a very, very large seal, its head the size of a Shetland pony. I was around 700 meters from the shore (my ability to touch the bottom having disappeared several hundred meters ago), it was late September in The...

As I sit at a small wooden table in front of my beaten up laptop, within a soulful little café in Hackney, my body prickles with energy as I think about telling you my story. I feel like crying. Should this happen, those in the café may well see my...

7 April 2013 14:11 - Hi Darling. Just been to church. Was a wonderful service. Wished you were there. - Hi Mum. Funnily enough, just been to church too. Was amazing. You'd have loved it. - Really? A Catholic church? - Erm, not exactly...

As I scroll through the headshots of men and women I squeal in horror to see my own face sat amongst a set of individuals bartering for a rendezvous with a stranger. This shouldn't have been such a shock given that I was the person who wedged my face there...